Back then, his cultivation had risen, and the strong began to set their sights on him.
Having some cultivation, his situation soon plummeted again.
Moreover, these were strong enemies who were unguarded against.
Would the brother face the same in the future?
Jiang Hao felt that he needed to advance his cultivation as soon as possible.
Otherwise, when the brother returned, he would be in big trouble.
Stabilizing his mind, Jiang Hao stepped out of the house.
He came to the courtyard.
As expected, he saw that the sea fog had enveloped the area.
And in the mist, a figure clad in white stood at the courtyard entrance.
"May I come in?" the other party asked politely.
Jiang Hao nodded, "Your visit honors me, senior."
Only then did the figure enter the courtyard, continuously staring at Jiang Hao: "You are younger than I thought, not more than a thousand years old.
"Such cultivation at a thousand years is truly remarkable."
